The Faded Masquerade

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The dream was always the same. A mouth opening, the teeth grinding against stone, and then the wet, terrible crack of the jaw shattering. Elara woke with her own teeth clenched so tight the enamel ached, the taste of copper thick on her tongue. It was the third night in a row. Outside her window, the city of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of frost, the gas lamps flickering against the rising...

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